"Crazy?" Ronan's focus was elsewhere, and his reply was equally casual. "Crazy or not, the outcome's about the same. He didn't come to the Experiment Field to drink with me."
"Maybe." Lanier was not too sure. In fact, if he had not gotten involved for no apparent reason, there would have been no need for him to say any of this.
And now, he truly was not sure what attitude Geng Huai would take toward the two people on the stern deck afterward.
Assuming that "wild boar" did not get played to death today.
Lanier's gaze left the Virtual Work Area and turned to the real scene on the river surface.
After the "scene" of green grass and blue skies was injected, the "Soap Bubble" visibly regained a rather orderly shape. Its volume had also noticeably shrunk, contracting from the size of a room to that of an inflatable bumper ball, no more than roughly two meters in diameter.
From a distance, it looked as though it would shrink even further.
Correspondingly, Geng Huai's figure had also shrunk. He was now a standard Thumb Wa Wa.
As its size diminished, the image inside the "Soap Bubble" became clearer and more stable, looking even more like a battlefield scenario simulated by a large-scale War Chess projection device—the upper half was grassland beneath blue skies, while the lower half consisted of soil, underground rivers, and rock strata.
It could be completely transparent, or it could strive for realism.
The scene was obviously virtual, yet exceptionally inclined toward reality. Together with "Thumb Geng Huai," who rampaged through the area, soaring through the skies and burrowing into the ground, it offered a bizarre sense of entertainment.
Since Extraordinary Species had existed in this world, when had such a sight ever been seen?
Lanier was